Look at at face! All innocence, like, Who me? Oh, I just fell into the river and you have no change of clothes for me? Oops!
Then E woke up and decided to join the party (aka was hungry), so J explored the picnic area in his wet pants to his heart's content.
One more unsuccessful stop to look for ducks,
...then we headed home. This is an example of a day when I wished I still lived in the town where I grew up, where I know every pond and can find a duck with my eyes closed. We even had a troupe of ducks in Maine! I guess I have a new mission so my kids can have that same bread-wasting aversion that I do--or maybe it's just time for a road trip to Civilization!